<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:14:48.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuna?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-4321761596120263767</id><published>2008-06-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T05:09:54.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOVED to livejournal. Peer pressure is a powerful thing.&lt;br /&gt;yyywhy.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-4321761596120263767?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/4321761596120263767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=4321761596120263767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/4321761596120263767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/4321761596120263767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-3630585772518371140</id><published>2008-04-29T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:45:25.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jane says i should update because every time she checks my blog, its still chinese new year. So i'm updating. Well. Our team MADE IT TO THE SEMI FINALS. MUAHAHAHA. In your face everyone who thought we couldn't make it. We drew jj, lost to vj, but WON tj and ij. Semis will be played next wed i think, probably against saj and i hope we win. Now that we've made it this far, we can't stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty busy this week.&lt;br /&gt;Mon: 2.4 + Training&lt;br /&gt;Tue: Training&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Training&lt;br /&gt;Thur: Break&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 5 Stations + Training&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Training&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Break&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining though. Even if i had training everyday. If that's what it takes to win, i'll be more than willing to give every minute of my time. I don't ever want to step down. I love playing soccer and i dread to think about going to school without my shoebag, which although sounds extremely gay, will suck terribly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-3630585772518371140?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/3630585772518371140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=3630585772518371140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/3630585772518371140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/3630585772518371140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2008/04/jane-says-i-should-update-because-every.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-7801324874413055794</id><published>2008-02-10T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T08:56:09.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is over. No more gorging, sleeping and hongbaos. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. Didn't go anywhere much this year because my grandfather passed and well.. Although i don't talk much about it. I really do miss him. Now that he's not around, he won't be here to bring stuff over when we're sick. Now that he's not around, our family portrait will be missing a person. We used to celebrate at his house every year, but this year it was celebrated here. The reason is obvious, though no one openly said it. Chinese New Year just isn't the same without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my father's friend's house and i've decided that that's the house i want in future. Huge, with a pond, and a swimming pool right outside the window. I want to be rich. WAHAHA. I want to have a helicopter and a yacht. I want to travel the world. I think i'd have to be REALLY REALLY rich. I realized my ambitions have changed as i've MATURED. (: I wanted to be a policeman, then a firefighter, then a film director, then a astronaut, then a lawyer, then a pilot, then a backpacker, then a scriptwriter and now i want to be an archaeologist. Seems kind of fun. But i can't see myself holding a brush and fiddling with dirt when i grow up. It's probably because i've been watching jurrassic park and i keep thinking that i'll dig up dinosaurs in future. That's almost certainly not how it's going to be though. I'll probably be digging at old plates. :/ Whatever i eventually become, i hope and pray its not boring. I'd rather have fun at the expense of wealth. (That's my impractical side talking.)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to let you be, which is why i've chosen to shut up about it. It's not because i don't care, but it's because i hate to see you so upset about it. Whatever you choose, whatever it may be, i'll respect it. Just make sure you won't regret it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Back to work then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-7801324874413055794?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/7801324874413055794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=7801324874413055794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/7801324874413055794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/7801324874413055794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-131975090430080087</id><published>2008-01-30T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:03:28.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;yiying says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; its the same thing&lt;br /&gt;ghislene; says:&lt;br /&gt;i cooler&lt;br /&gt;ghislene; says:&lt;br /&gt;neh neh ni boo boo&lt;br /&gt;yiying says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAAAHHAHAHHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ghislene is childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back pain is back again, and i feel old. As stupid as it sounds, i'm still going to go for trainings hoping that it'll just get better with time. My performance recently have been really disappointing and i know i won't feel right until i've fixed it. I can't leave things as they are. Nobody knows the stress that i feel. I feel so pressured at trainings, it's taken the fun out of the soccer. When i see the others' improving, i'm afraid, because everyone is leaping forward while i'm left behind. My deepest fear is my inability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want is their approval.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-131975090430080087?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/131975090430080087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=131975090430080087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/131975090430080087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/131975090430080087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2008/01/yiying-says-its-same-thing-ghislene.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-7312885515789288131</id><published>2008-01-26T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:27:04.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Road Race. Ran 3.3km. Soccer girls did well. Atlas became champions. Roller Blading with Jane. (Hilarious.) Craved for something cold so we had B&amp;amp;J at White Sands. Intended to go TM for sushi but both felt too lazy to get off the train. Lunch FINALLY at 2.30, Teppanyaki (I think that's how to spell it) at Terminal 3. Wanted to play with the sky train but someone didn't let me. Home. "Fainted" on my bed. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-7312885515789288131?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/7312885515789288131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=7312885515789288131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/7312885515789288131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/7312885515789288131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2008/01/road-race_26.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-6686331528701286901</id><published>2008-01-26T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:39:07.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think that i'm &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;ostentatious&lt;/span&gt; and thinking about it now, makes me feel all stupid. I want to be me. Like how i'm like with cass or syuhaidah or my secondary school friends. Completely at ease. Not afraid to cry when i'm sad or make a big fool out of myself. But somehow i can't. If you think i'm quiet, then you don't know me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team is so split. It's so obvious, and you're blind if you don't see it. I don't think it's bad, because we do come together when need be. I just think it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they're thinking what i think they're thinking. I wonder if i'm thinking too much about everything. I wonder if i should just ignore what i think they think and start caring about what i think. Think. Think. Think. I think my period is coming, because i'm thinking too much. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to take a personality test for school and well this was part of my personality type analysis. "..&lt;span id="ResultsSpan"&gt;They might seem reserved, and even shy, on the inside they are anything but reserved.. They care deeply-indeed, passionately-about a few special persons or a favorite cause.." I thought it was quite true. The me being a write/poet part. HAHAHAA. Hilarious. NEVER EVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ResultsSpan"&gt;R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ResultsSpan"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-6686331528701286901?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/6686331528701286901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=6686331528701286901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/6686331528701286901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/6686331528701286901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-that-im-ostentatious-and.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-6734112783668305121</id><published>2008-01-24T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:29:32.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now i'm so damn fustrated with myself. What coach said, well it keeps bugging me. I know there's truth in it. It's obvious even to me. But him having to say it, just confirms everything. It feels terrible. I'm not even sure of myself anymore and i'm afraid that i won't be able to do as well as what is expected of me. But i'll try harder because i need to prove it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep surprising me. And in a good way. With the littlest gestures i'm already feeling like the luckiest person ever. To see their concern when i'm totally bummed, well.. it really means alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-6734112783668305121?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/6734112783668305121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=6734112783668305121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/6734112783668305121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/6734112783668305121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2008/01/right-now-im-so-damn-fustrated-with_24.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-2455670812868155398</id><published>2007-11-04T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T06:15:56.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wednesday - Class Gathering&lt;br /&gt;Since i left school at 7, i reached at 8. By the time i got there, everyone was done eating, so i had lychee ice blended for dinner. Uhhuh. And then we ATTEMPTED to walk to heeren, i think? Let me tell you, we stopped a million times. When some people wanted to leave, the ice cream place, the halloween people place, the traffic light place, the NYDC place. It was damn sad, because my class gathering was spent umm.. going all the way to far east to buy bubble tea and walk for about an hour (without getting anywhere) before taking the bus home. P: I had another class gathering that day but i missed 4/6 people too much. Though we did absolutely nothing, seeing and talking to them was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Slept till 2pm&lt;br /&gt;Best day of my holidays so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday -Training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Friendly (0-2)&lt;br /&gt;Feel like ranting about the game but shall not.. They say that everything happens on the pitch, stays on it, but sometimes.. rr.. I shall try to keep evil thoughts away from my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Meditate, Yoga.. Calm thoughts of Barney.. Arsenal drew Man Utd. %^@#!. But it was a great game. I shall start loving Gallas even though i think he's ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Soccer Matches (3rd Overall)&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to play with guys because they a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;re always in control, and you can always depend on them to save your butt when you make a mista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ke. We won (2-0), drew twice (1-1, 1-1) and lost (2-1). It's funny though. When guys foul guys, they get all agitated. However, when girls foul guys, they instead ask if i'm alright. Not that i'm complaining or anything. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Training again a little later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn tired with 4 consecutive days of soccer. My knee seems to be taking the damage because my left hurts when i walk. Maybe i'll take a break. But then again, i'm too addicted to soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-2455670812868155398?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/2455670812868155398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=2455670812868155398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/2455670812868155398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/2455670812868155398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesday-class-gathering-since-i-left.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-3048011552263441012</id><published>2007-10-17T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:04:34.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am sick. that happens when you continue training in the pouring rain because the lightning alarm didn't go. haha. but i'm not complaining.&lt;s&gt; i can rest and relax at home. :D&lt;/s&gt; i can do my stupid i&amp;r at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-3048011552263441012?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/3048011552263441012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=3048011552263441012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/3048011552263441012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/3048011552263441012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-6219373111588537950</id><published>2007-07-28T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T08:58:36.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello. no i'm not dead. my phone is missing though and i've been looking for it everywhere. i think i'm becoming more senile. i cant remb where i put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well. results. U, U, U, U, D, S. looks kinda nice huh. i'm not in the best of moods either because my parents are blaming it on too much training. they're expecting me to quit, but seriously i dont want to. i'm just a lazy asshole which needs to concentrate more. afterall, they told me to join something i like.. which i did. they told me to not join something like com club again (because i couldn't dsa anywhere during Os) .. which i did. and now they complain. thanks alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm actually doing my homework these days. i barely touch the tv or the computer. AND i was not late for school for the past week, that which is a miracle because i've never lasted that long without being late. i have 5 alarms in the morning. honestly. one at 5am, another at 5.15am (to prep myself to wake up.. i like to lie around) , another at 5.30am (to wake up) , one more at 6am (bags packed and all) and last one at 6.30am (whereby i must leave the house). and i exercise loads every morning. 200m sprint to the busstop. trainings + sprints. i think i'll have really nice legs by the end of the year.  i also have bus and mrt times memorised. 6.38am, 6.56am, 7.18am. which idiot does these shit. oh right.. .. look at what i've become.. FREAK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went out with ghislene the other day. hah. we wandered all right. around orchard. and we did lunch. cheese chicken, kfc then cake at nydc. oh "boo boo". it was damn nice in a guilty-oh-i-think-i-see-a-lump-where-my-stomach-used-to-be kind of way. chocolate-y and all. we talked alot and she tried to pull my skirt up more than once along orchard road (oh i love her so much). ghislene ghislene.. though we never had the ice cream we said we would get, it was great to talk freely about everything and nothing after so long. oh. i want to watch the new show with jay chou. looks good though the paino causing earthquakes thingy is gay. i've only heard of my brother causing earthquakes when he jumps. but never this.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and p.s. i'm like going to have no life for the next few weeks because of the @1#%! promos, which means no computer (i try), no going out (i try harder) and no toilet breaks that last over an hour (i doubt so..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes i wish i knew what people were thinking. then everything would be so much simpler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-6219373111588537950?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/6219373111588537950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=6219373111588537950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/6219373111588537950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/6219373111588537950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-249260818497556732</id><published>2007-06-28T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T07:47:31.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm alive apparently. miracle huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SURVIVED MID YEARS. whhheeeee..&lt;br /&gt;this feeling won't last long and ungraded seems really likely. i should have studied harder. okay. this is depressing. on the bright side, i'll have more time to go out and maybe finally watch my ocean's 13. (if they're still showing it.)  no more 2 hours of sleep per day. no more worrying about tmr's test. no more studying too much. life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you for letting me whine to you after every test. thank you for cheering me up, after my many many uncompleted papers. THANK YOU SO MUCH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh this is late, but i KNEW IT. REYES. i knew he would do great things. everyone should apologize for being so mean to him. after all he's the hero for real madrid at the moment. ahahaha. this is really late, but i've been busy. reyyyeeessssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this soccer competition over the holidays. it was quite fun, though we did poorly. but they cheated anyway. i suspect they're guys disguised as girls. its a girls soccer competition. hello. check your gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i finally set down and blogged.. about nothing important really.. but this shows that i'm becoming more disciplined and MATURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-249260818497556732?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/249260818497556732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=249260818497556732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/249260818497556732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/249260818497556732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-alive-apparently.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-4255433936141065006</id><published>2007-05-24T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T08:14:00.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer match, mjc against rjc yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They could have scored, but i think rjc played better overall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well i hate watching soccer with people i don't know around me, especially that irritating person armed with that thing. Whatever you call it. They're like windshield wipers. She couldn't control her thing and waved it around in the air like some mad woman, which was seriously distracting. Somehow that sounds weird. But you get the idea, the two things that you hit together to make noise. Whacking me with them+ blocking my view with them + screaming high pitch-ly into my ear = Yesterday was such a great day. I love her. Pig. I'm a petty idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer training has been okay. I've been trying to open up? Have i? Alright, i been telling myself to try and open up. Though i don't think its working. It's not that i don't want to talk to people, I's just that&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say to them. There is no flow, you know. I'll try harder, after all, we're going to be teammates for another 1.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I was in for max meridian standing broad jump. At first i decided to go, then i backed out, when i heard someone say, i can ONLY do 223 and another say i can ONLY do 211. Uhhuh. I saw no point in jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colosseum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got 3rd in the inter cca relay event. I was quite surprised. Many thanks to the rest. Couldn't have done it without them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Atlas got last and Triton got first. What's new. It's pathetic. But i believe we will improve. We'll be 4th next year.. ..  On second thought, last. Just that maybe we lose by a couple of points this time. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, things have been picking up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;except for homework and the person. (homework has been late and unfinished and the person has been pissing me off.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;looking forward to next monday. POTC3. of course not general paper.. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-4255433936141065006?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/4255433936141065006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=4255433936141065006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/4255433936141065006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/4255433936141065006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-3722790461073108807</id><published>2007-04-20T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:13:26.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think council nominees are shameless people. I'm going to vote for all the normal ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting used to school. Though I'm normally late or going to be late. I do try to wake up early, but then I'm lazy. It's almost the same as Innova (Probably because it was first 3 months), except that I'm actually studying, doing my work, not talking during lectures and not going out after school. Pretty much, no life. (Well, school ends late except on Thur at 2.35pm.) I have 9+1 people in my class, (AHEM..) and I pretty much like my class. (Ahem..) We usually spend time at the library watching shows, sometimes horror and once in a while, someone would scream and the nice librarian would tell us to keep it down. Super gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer. Don't get me wrong, I do like soccer, I do like the people, but maybe I'm just not used to it yet. Anyway, the first match is next Wednesday against Serangoon, i get to miss 2 lessons. (: ALTHOUGH, being on home ground, it'll be pressurizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking less, crapping less. I do miss my friends, innovians and tkgians alike, because i could talk freely to them about the weirdest things like lumpy, sandy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(It's more like them talking about it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and secret agents. But I'm in meridian and so what the heck, I'll deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-3722790461073108807?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/3722790461073108807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=3722790461073108807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/3722790461073108807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/3722790461073108807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-7975587394507640120</id><published>2007-03-07T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:50:33.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am a meridian. sounds funny? i'm an innovian. i like the sound of that. well.. i'm no longer one. i am officially posted to meridian arts. i even bought the uniform, which is blue, too long and a little tight. i wanted to be a temasekian. P: that being my first choice, but in the back of my mind, i already kind or accepted that i won't be able to make it. besides i have no good sports or academic performance to show for. damn. i really wanted to run around butt naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of school was well.. weird. i was stalking the people in blue because i didn't really know how to get there. when i got there, everyone seemed to know each other, which made me feel awkward. the usual talks. boring.. i found cheeri a little later (my savior) and saw tkgians which i didn't expect to see. (i'm practicing my summary skills, or it just means there's nothing to talk about.) by the way, meridians have gay shorts which look like they were stolen off primary school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i saw my 2 of my childhood friends at mjc. i really miss them so much because we had been really close. we used to go out together all the time because our parents were good friends. but slowly, we just lost contact.. and things are a little awkward, for me anyway. i think it's all me, because that happened in sec school as well, to a friend that left after sec1. the last time we went out, i was such an idiot. i didn't know what to say to her so i just said nothing. i'm sorry. someone smack my head. i won't make the same mistake over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss 0732a. i miss the time spent on the 20+ stops trip home with you talking about secret agents, super powers, career options, amazing race, bike ride to school.. hah. i miss their gay laughters. definitely one of a kind. i miss the teasing in a way. (they say i probably won't find people like them, because the people here would all be nerds.) i miss the exercises, i jump down from my house everyday instead of unlocking the door. (jk.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i miss the bear. i miss the soccer team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i miss waking up early in the morning just for a 1 1/2 hour ride to school? i miss fishing and gay shiting around. (that's so wrong.) all the best to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is probably a little late. strike that. this is maybe very late. but well, here goes nothing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RULES: Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when i sleep, i use my pillow as my booster and my booster as my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. i like watching horror movies, but hate the after effects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. i sleep with the light on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. i am not a quiet person, really.&lt;br /&gt;5. i start playing with my hands and ears when i get nervous or unsure.&lt;br /&gt;6. i get angry over small little things.&lt;br /&gt;7. i want to learn to dance. (:&lt;br /&gt;8. i like to think that someday i'll be a famous rock star or something though that seems a little unrealistic, so i'm sticking with being an astronaut.&lt;br /&gt;9. michael scofield is my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. uh? i have interesting dreams? i dreamt that micheal scofield was my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i am tagging:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uh.. cassandra. asnira. cheeri. shermin. james. weijie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-7975587394507640120?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/7975587394507640120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=7975587394507640120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/7975587394507640120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/7975587394507640120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-meridian.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-1627833934150510341</id><published>2007-02-25T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T04:20:55.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i had my first soccer match today. i was so nervous. i couldnt sleep at all, which is why i'm so tired today. and then the bad thing happened. my period started. so period + nervousness + cold drink + stupidity to drink cold water = bad bad stomach ache. but i managed to hold on throughout the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;first match was against nus which we drew 0-0.&lt;em&gt; (i played left wing.)&lt;/em&gt; they were dominating throughout and we were almost always playing defensive. i was quite blur because i didnt know if i should stay or go back and defend, should i run there and tackle, should i run that far up, and blah.. endless worries for me, made me very stressed and pissed with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;second match was against rp. i do not like them because they kept hitting my v-----. do i look like a guy to you? now i know why guys have guards for the area around there. &lt;em&gt;(for the first half i played right back, and second half i played right forward.) &lt;/em&gt;their goal was a fluke. DIE DIE DIE! but it was still a goal. fishing shit. we were saved by a very nice free kick though and the game ended 1-1. ref is blind i tell you. he didnt see the other handball. he needs specs. REFEREE KAYU! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;third match was against njc. &lt;em&gt;(i played right forward.)&lt;/em&gt; wasted opportunities. passing to opponents. i have no idea what i'm doing. confused with my position. flattened b**bs when chesting the ball.&lt;em&gt; (i am sad. there's dumb and dumber, now there's small and smaller.)&lt;/em&gt; running up down left right like a monkey. tired i am. and there's fishing school tmr. well. it ended 0-0. and we got third in our group so we couldn't move on. i hate to lose. i really really hate to. DIE DIE DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i think the worst outcome is to draw. to neither win nor lose. to be so close and yet not at all. to have this feeling. if only i did this, if only i did that. that sucks. i am sad but happy. makes sense? no. happy because i feel that we did pretty well. sad because we didnt make the cut, when i really thought we could and should have. i love my soccer team mates. &lt;em&gt;(although i am not very sociable and have probably only one friend there.) &lt;/em&gt;make senses? no, didnt think so.. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-1627833934150510341?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/1627833934150510341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=1627833934150510341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/1627833934150510341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/1627833934150510341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-had-my-first-soccer-match-today.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-4945379103927882722</id><published>2007-02-19T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:26:15.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;forgot to mention about my results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well to me. i think its great. i mean there's significant improvement and i passed both sciences. :D i have a feeling i got the wrong results. heh. history? the one which i wrote world peace and look.. literature? the one which i didnt have the book for 1 and 5/6 of the year. BUT i did study for the olevels. &lt;em&gt;(who wouldn't?) &lt;/em&gt;fortunately, i retook chinese, it improved by a grade. NO ONE GO TJC. i have a feeling that i wont end up there, if i do, i'll run around butt naked &lt;em&gt;(then i'll be kicked out of tj, gay shit.) &lt;/em&gt;now, i'm crossing my fingers for my posting. please please. if i dont end up in tj at least let me end up in mj thats what i'm counting on. if i go to tpj or the rest of my choices &lt;em&gt;(even if i did select them)&lt;/em&gt; i'll be really disappointed. i think i ought to go wish on stars, the sun, the moon, my bear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;forgot to mention about the most idiotic person in my life right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well. everything is alright. except for a person i'm particularly irritated with. &lt;em&gt;(dont go guessing, you'll probably get it wrong, though only one person knows who i'm talking about.)&lt;/em&gt; lets call him mr X. &lt;em&gt;(familiar ay? doesn't mean it's a he. oh shit. history homework.)&lt;/em&gt; everything mr X does is starting to piss me off. mr X doesnt seem to get it either. what the hell is wrong with you? why do you do what you do? sometimes i'll try to avoid, sometimes i'll try to ignore, sometimes i'll even pretend it doesnt bother me.. but in the end it just does. if i need a reason to withdraw, this is probably why. fish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-4945379103927882722?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/4945379103927882722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=4945379103927882722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/4945379103927882722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/4945379103927882722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/02/forgot-to-mention-about-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-853741525497014933</id><published>2007-02-18T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T04:21:24.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IT'S CHINESE NEW YEAR! HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today is kind of a bad day. I didnt sleep well. I woke up thrice this morning to shit. I dreamt that i had to go to the toilet in my dream. (&lt;em&gt;When i woke up i was like, didnt i just use the toilet. Gay shit.)&lt;/em&gt; And i also dreamt that my classmates and i were building a house to protect ourselves from incoming crocodiles. What dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I went to visit my relatives. Collected nice hongbaos. AND killed my nice &lt;em&gt;(I love it because all my messages are inside.)&lt;/em&gt; PHONE. I was using the toilet when it dropped into the drainage. Not in the toilet bowl, but the drain. &lt;em&gt;(Thanks alot. Fish.)&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, the main point is that my phone died in that accident. I mourned for my handphone, which was really embarassing in front of my relatives. &lt;em&gt;(It wasnt a flood, just maybe a slight drizzle.)&lt;/em&gt; My cousin was really nice though. We couldnt pick it up with the stick, so he just stuck his hand into the drain and fished it out for me. He comforted me and helped me test my sim card.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(My favourite cousin. Heh.)&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, my sim card works, but i dont have a phone to put it in, so nobody will be able to contact me. If there's anything important, call my home phone please. &lt;em&gt;(What "important" thing will there be?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm starting a buy a-new-phone-fund. Current Amount: $10.90 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;since there was that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:i@fun"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i@fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; thing for the school's aircon.) &lt;/em&gt;I am not going to forego my psp. &lt;em&gt;(Opportunity cost of buying a psp.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone else have a nice holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-853741525497014933?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/853741525497014933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=853741525497014933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/853741525497014933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/853741525497014933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-chinese-new-year-happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-117064045863135615</id><published>2007-02-04T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:54:18.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello. i've been delaying blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway. last friday. i crashed tj to meet shermin, and it's great to see her again. although we would probably meet sometime this week or next week. (&lt;em&gt;no moe no! not so soon! i don't want my results. spoiling the spirit of chinese new year hong bao collecting, unless they are good of course.)&lt;/em&gt; i dont think they listen to people like me. i crashed their soccer training and yes i do like it there. the food is nicer &lt;em&gt;(much)&lt;/em&gt; and cheaper. &lt;em&gt;(chicken rice.)&lt;/em&gt; they have a nice coach and nice seniors. &lt;em&gt;(not that ij ones aren't nice.) &lt;/em&gt;training is definately tough-er there, but that's good. &lt;em&gt;(what's the use of slack-y training.) &lt;/em&gt; i am aiming for tj. but it's not as easy as people like to make it sound. how does one turn a 20 in to a less than 10? &lt;em&gt;(if you tell me to switch the 2 and the 0, i'll smack you. (: )&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(speak of the devil. -answers sms.)&lt;/em&gt; and before this i was aiming for mj. &lt;em&gt;(though that's harder.)&lt;/em&gt; shermin's influence ay. i'll probably not get there. but it's always good to dream. all is well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yesterdays soccer match between thailand and singapore ended with a draw with singapore winning on aggregate. i really thought that thailand should have won because they simply played better than singapore. but in all fairness, singapore deserved it, as they pulled off a goal. though i was angered when the thai player &lt;em&gt;(no.7?)&lt;/em&gt; headbutted/spit &lt;em&gt;(couldn't tell, but he did either one)&lt;/em&gt; at our singapore player during the seond half though. i wanted to give him a yellow card. &lt;em&gt;(but i'm not the ref, i'll probably be a damn biased one mind you.)&lt;/em&gt; what a display of poor sportmanship. and the jeerings. i hope future games will not be like this one. this shows how immature people can be, even adults.&lt;em&gt; (i'm talking about EVERYONE who jeers at other teams) &lt;/em&gt;if you want to jeer. jeer inside your &lt;strong&gt;dark,black,evil heart/head/brain&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;(no one can hear the jeers, people like me won't comment, and everyone is happy.)&lt;/em&gt; you can then go home and unleash your anger by drawing an "x" on the nice white wall &lt;em&gt;(if your parents disagree, you can tell them that you'll use a pencil and rub it off later.)&lt;/em&gt; and hitting your head repeatedly against it. no. its never good to keep your feelings inside. let it all out! (: &lt;em&gt;(i'm not serious. please do not go and do this then say "yiying said so". i already have plans for hong bao money.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if you want to cheer on the other hand, go right ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends. &lt;em&gt;(both tkgs and ijc.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i'm still not really that close to my ij classmates. &lt;em&gt;(not as close as those in tkg.)&lt;/em&gt; but in this given time, we've really bonded. though i feel that there are some secrets i rather keep.&lt;em&gt; (not everyone thinks similarly.)&lt;/em&gt; we are close and yet not quite. how they make me laugh. even the boys. &lt;em&gt;(each in their own special and unique ways.)&lt;/em&gt; i'm being  cursed by boris, which is why i've been saying alot of "so lame". so excuse me. i will really miss them when we leave. &lt;em&gt; (not so soon..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to know why i've been using so much brackets and italics, i have no idea either. i'm just in the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-117064045863135615?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/117064045863135615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=117064045863135615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/117064045863135615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/117064045863135615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-117041964078016903</id><published>2007-02-02T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T04:34:00.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shall blog about today tmr. because my parents are behind and because for the first time i'm tired after soccer training. my bed is calling for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-117041964078016903?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/117041964078016903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=117041964078016903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/117041964078016903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/117041964078016903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/02/shall-blog-about-today-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-117015317410103831</id><published>2007-01-30T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T02:38:36.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one should not sleep on the train with ones mouth open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;one should not squeeze fats into tight clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you never know who's watching. ahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm happy. i finally went to the doctor. (: anyway, i had laser treatment today to get rid of the stuff around my nose. this is the first treatment. laser hurts. imagine them burning those stuff off. i can even smell it. and it smells like i stuck a piece of bread too long in the oven till it burns. then the doctor takes a needles pushes the rest of the white stuff out. anyway, there are little wounds on my nose and i just have to wait till it heals up. the doctor is such a nice guy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;guess what? i haven't passed up my general paper yet. i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-117015317410103831?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/117015317410103831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=117015317410103831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/117015317410103831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/117015317410103831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-should-not-sleep-on-train-with.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-116955347999778402</id><published>2007-01-23T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T03:58:00.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my mouse is screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cross country tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the school is extorting money from me which is why you nice people should come to the fun fair and buy the coupons from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahahhaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i like my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i like soccer training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't think i'll stay at ij.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-116955347999778402?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/116955347999778402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=116955347999778402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116955347999778402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116955347999778402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-116904404728934174</id><published>2007-01-17T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T06:27:27.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have literature homework. We have to make a poem with our name. Basically, asnira came up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ot like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;reen Jello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMMMM.. ASNIRA? What sort of a poem is that? Unforunately, i cant think of a poem at the moment so that's my best option. i need to think of something by friday. just imagine me saying that in front of the class. the poem is suppose to describe me too. i think. well. they'll now know that i like saying 'yo'? i like yellow? and i do not like green jello. HMMMM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone want to help me with poem making?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just having a very cold and weird conversation with a classmate online. Help. I'm trying not to sound stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-116904404728934174?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/116904404728934174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=116904404728934174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116904404728934174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116904404728934174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-literature-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-116886360811974545</id><published>2007-01-15T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T04:20:08.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had maths, history, GP and chinese today. My tutors seem nice, just that they are a little boring. I was so bloody tired, i fell asleep during one of the breaks. I'm not done with literature or economics tutorials. Someone rescue me because i really have no idea how to go about doing them. Struggling. Struggle Struggle. I tried floorball last friday. I move around really spastically. I prefer soccer. There's pe tomorrow again. I am NOT looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm watching "So You Think You Can Dance" now. Anyway, if anybody wishes to see really brain polluting and eye popping images please click on the following links. To think i used to like travis, but NOW i like IVAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Travis dressed like a girl. I think he looks *ahem*. Well. Please prepare your eyes. If you're all ready and prepared, please click and scroll down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://idolforums.com/index.php?showtopic=444004&amp;st=200"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://idolforums.com/index.php?showtopic=444004&amp;amp;st=200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; My image of him. POOF! Same thing about the Judge Brian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://idolforums.com/index.php?showtopic=444004&amp;st=120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://idolforums.com/index.php?showtopic=444004&amp;amp;st=120&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I wonder what he's thinking. Click and scroll down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Scary huh.. Nightmares when i go to sleep tonight again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-116886360811974545?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/116886360811974545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=116886360811974545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116886360811974545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116886360811974545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/01/had-maths-history-gp-and-chinese-today.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-116851748168976964</id><published>2007-01-11T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T04:11:21.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since there is not much work to do. I'm blogging way more often. Let me tell you about my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met up with asnira in the mrt again, and we discovered.. (i call it the yiying's therom).. we discovered where the rain stops. this is difficult to explain. if i stand here and its raining and when i take one step to the right, and it's not raining. so cool right. we found where the rain ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lectures today.. History, Maths, Process Skills, PE, Assembly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;History.. A lecture i'll usually look forward to because the lecturer makes it very interesting for all of us. But there was a different lecturer today. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Process Skills.. Boring. Like we need to know how to read, take notes and brainstorm. PE.. Hell. No more fun and games. Running, Running, Running.  and some other weird exercises with names i can't remember. Everything hurts. Assembly.. School Song learning lesson. So fun. Right........... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After school. I had kfc with asnira. And i slapped this woman's butt (left side) hard, anyway, she turned to look at me, probably shocked, and looked at me like i'm some butt-whacking-kfc-eating-pervert. I was actually trying to point to the nice signboard when my hand connected to her butt by ACCIDENT. I apologised, but i bet she still thought i was a butt-whacking-kfc-eating-pervert (i noticed that that woman and her friend was eyeing me strangely.) Later on the MRT, I was holding my metal bottle and i swung it by accident. Must have been the wind, and it hit the glass pane thingy and i woke up the woman who was resting her head on it. She glared at me and went back to sleep. They misunderstand me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I also learnt a malay word. Please ask me what my favourite colour is. Or not actually. KUNING. I don't know if i got the spelling though so excuse me. I am going to be a mrt do-not-step-on-the-yellow-line spokesperson in future. I'm thinking of all the possible careers i can go into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Da jia qing zhu yi, wei le ning zi ji de an quan qing zhan zai huang xian hou mian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sila ambil perhatian. Demi keselamatan (I can't pronounce this word even if my life depended on it) anda, harap berdiri di belakang garisan kuning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm going learn the tamil version, someone who knows tamil tell me how to say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm quite proud of myself. I SURVIVED so far. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-116851748168976964?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/116851748168976964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=116851748168976964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116851748168976964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116851748168976964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/01/since-there-is-not-much-work-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-116842876508104022</id><published>2007-01-10T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T03:32:45.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay basically i have to sell these coupons and help my CT out. So yes. I'm advertising innova's funfair thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Venue: Innova Junior College (21 Champions Way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nearest Mrt Station: Woodlands MRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SMRT/SBS Bus Service Number: 168/161/901&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When? 10th Feb 2007 (Saturday) 9am to 5pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Attractions: Campus Superstar People (Adriano, Yuyang, Khim and Yiyuan.), SuperHost People (Don't know who), SuperNova Rock Band Competition, Student Performances, Special Gifts for Early Birds, Games, Stalls... Blah.. Can't remember everything, i'm having a bad headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Each coupon is $10. Buy the coupons from me please. I cant believe i'm doing this. Well.. If anyone of you has nothing to do, please contact me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, i'm starting to make friends. I'm feeling much more comfortable with my classmates. Lectures are actually quite interesting minus economics and literature. I can't believe i have to study cold war again. CCAs started today. I'm tired. I have a headache. Everything hurts. But i cant wait for my next training. :) Happy me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-116842876508104022?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/116842876508104022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=116842876508104022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116842876508104022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116842876508104022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-basically-i-have-to-sell-these.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-116808869917022439</id><published>2007-01-06T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:23:20.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;orientation ended yesterday. this time spent in a new jc has been stressful for me. although i pretend that some things don't matter, it just hurts so bad. i miss everyone so much. at least i now know what my resolution is. well enough of that. despite everything, i still enjoyed myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lets see. a brief summary of everything. yesterday we had an amazing race. our clan was situated in admiralty. lots of walking. lots of gay and embarrassing things that we had to do at the stations which makes me thankful that i live in katong and not at woodlands. HOooorrrraaaaYYY for that. we had lunch after that. kfc to be specific. which reminds me. i'm going to grow fat. i've been eating fast food for four days in a row. Day1-Macs. Day2-KFC. Day3-KFC. Day4-Macs. See what i mean. from now on i'm going to restrict myself to fastfood once every 2 weeks. asnira please remind me. because i will not only grow fat but poor as well. we had a cca fair. and after much nagging from my guardian angel, i signed up for floorball and girls soccer. finally a non-club cca. BYE BYE COMPUTER CLUB! preparation for jam and hop night was interesting. we didn't have much time to prepare so our performance wasn't that good. (singing was off tune.) not much of an excuse since the rest of the clans performed impressively with the same amount of time. the school invited a dj, installed some lights and had this smoke machine thingy. it was when they turned on the music did it hit me that jam and hop = dancing. :S the atmosphere was high. everything felt great despite not winning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;next week, the studying begins. i'm trying to make sense of the lecture notes. and no. i don't understand. i've decided not to withdraw from my school. because the problems i face now, i'm going to face after the jae intake. so i'm going to try to survive here. i'm going to try harder and harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my legs hurt. give me a wheelchair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-116808869917022439?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/116808869917022439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=116808869917022439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116808869917022439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116808869917022439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/01/orientation-ended-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-116791302415824944</id><published>2007-01-04T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T04:17:04.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ij is good. i like&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the school. i like the nice comfy pe shirt. i like my nice classmates. although i probably wouldn't stay there. anyway, i haven't experiened all the lectures and tutorials. so i shall wait and see. orientation today was wet, dirty and quite fun. massive water bomb war with the rest of the clans. my leg itches from the grass. and we had dancing(at least its not line dancing). interesting.. then the fun fair breifing. i tried to be enthu.. but asnira laughed at me. asnira and i had our 3rd romantic walk in the rain today. i think i've gotten to know her better in these days rather than all those times in the labs. we chat on the way to school. and fact one. asnira dances gay-ly. heh. my guardian angel in ij. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;detailed details of orientation at asnira's blog since i have to go and sleep early to wake up early tmr. guess what time i have to wake up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no scofield tonight. i need my sleep. and i wanted to see the doc take drugs. never mind. i'll see scofield on my bed. ahhahaha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-116791302415824944?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-116783139373129195</id><published>2007-01-03T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T05:36:33.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;first day of school. i waited at the bus stop at 5.30am in the morning to realise that the first bus arrives at 6.00am. ain't i smart. orientation today was an experience? basically. the other girls grouped together and sat together, then the boys grouped together and sat together as well. and me? i sat with no one right at the back. my classmates were actually quite nice, they tried to talk to me and make me fit in with them, while i tried to control all my urms and ahs. orientation was quite good i guess. the OGLs seem to be nice people, so are my classmates, games were a little gay, and cheers.. bahh.. lets see how things goes tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ASNIRA MY GUARDIAN ANGEL. heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-116783139373129195?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/116783139373129195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=116783139373129195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116783139373129195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116783139373129195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-116676257414280101</id><published>2006-12-21T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T04:44:06.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i know that it is bad to talk about my parents in such a negative way, but sometimes they just keep pushing me until i feel like exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents are very contradicting. whatever rules that applies to us does not apply to them. talk about equality, never going to happen. and do you have to drag an innocent bystander like me in when lecturing my brother? no. fair? no. since i wasn't even the one in the wrong.. so why do you have to spoil my day? no idea. somehow my parents fail to register that, i have nothing to do with it. &lt;em&gt;turn off the computer. do your chores. &lt;/em&gt;and the lecture begins of what is not done, what is not done to perfection, and a new list of invented chores. what creative parents i have. i think i'm going to be a very experienced maid in future. my bleak future suddenly seems so very bright. i can see it now.. maid of the year. let me start by thanking my parents... and my parents... oh. and the mop, washing machine and vaccum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like going out now, though i really hate to. all that trouble just to go out and feel uncomfortable. someone please drag my lazy bum out of my house. you can remind me about this and i'll probably agree unless, it sucks more to be with you/my parents disagree/we've kissed(figure of speech alright) and made up. which reminds me, mr scofield is going to show me a secret passage out of my house and it involves the infirmary. shhh.. our little secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my current state of mind. i can't wait to go to school. 26 dec. whee.. i'll probably regret saying this after i have actually gone to school. i realise i'm not the only one going there. guess who i'll see there. we're so very fated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i feel so much better after letting out, although, after i trip on the stairs, break my back, get struck by lightning, i'll be burning in hell. remember to bring hotdogs. i'll have a bbq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love cassandra? bad, bad, very bad cassandra has access to my account. i shall change my password. evil cassandra. sandy and lumpy? MINE! what are you gonna do? hehehehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-116676257414280101?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/116676257414280101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=116676257414280101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116676257414280101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116676257414280101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-know-that-it-is-bad-to-talk-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-116649541134610791</id><published>2006-12-18T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T18:30:11.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YIYING LOVES CASS</title><content type='html'>o.0 i love cassandra. she rocks my world. i cant do without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. so ego. ohwell. smartie me is so smart. YIYING. THIS IS THE GREAT DISCOVERY IM TALKING ABOUT((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't miss me daddy.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU TOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-116649541134610791?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/116649541134610791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=116649541134610791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116649541134610791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116649541134610791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2006/12/yiying-loves-cass.html' title='YIYING LOVES CASS'/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847543.post-116643793126295937</id><published>2006-12-18T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T02:33:32.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I havent been here in one million years (or less). Well.. There isnt much to blog about anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well.. I've been having weird dreams as well. If you try to decipher them, the outcome would be.. "Yi Ying has interesting dreams however, there is no known meaning to her dreams as they're weird and unbelievable." I dreamt of mrs chia being an alien (she tried to kill me again), my friends being an army of vampires trying to suck my blood (they were successful in doing so in the end), a big ugly sea monster which crashed my plane (i was a pilot :D), i went overseas with my family but didnt pack anything (except the clothes on my back), Harry Potter riding a dragon tried to burn the school down (apparently i dont like tkgs much?) and my favorite dream: me and a certain person (a celebrity, dont think in a weird way) dating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My son shall be called: Antonio Scofield Miller Tatum Yul.. Guess where everything comes from. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got a job doing admin stuff like typing, filing, faxing blah.. With a moderate pay of either $5.50 an hour or $7 an hour (it is unconfirmed). I'm still waiting for my check. Meanwhile, I'm rotting away at home, growing fat and old. FATTER OLDER ME when you see me next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well. Next year i'll be going to a far away place to school. Long trips to get there + waking up early again + studying + the new and unfamiliar environment with no one that i know = I just love my new school. Right... I think i'm going to have a hard time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's almost the end of the year. Well. Yet again. I regret doing certain things and i regret not having done some things. Sometimes i just wish that i can just talk to you. But.. Well there are always some things stopping me huh. What if i dont know you anymore.. I wish, i can talk to you like we used to, without worrying about how awkward things will become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you remember how things were?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37847543-116643793126295937?l=-tuna-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/feeds/116643793126295937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37847543&amp;postID=116643793126295937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116643793126295937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37847543/posts/default/116643793126295937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tuna-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-havent-been-here-in-one-million.html' title=''/><author><name>justaperson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08579040340533648667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
